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I am young, and I am disappointed.

The long street is long, the fireworks are numerous, you pick up the lights and look back,

The short pavilion is short, the red dust is rolling, and I sigh again.

In the end, who broke the string, the flower fell on the shoulder, and I was in a trance.

How many red faces, how many lovesickness breaks, only the blood-stained ink fragrance is left to cry and mess with the grave.

The vast land is broken with a sword, where the prosperity is singing. Leaning on the clouds to hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Let him be turbid in everything, and reincarnate for you with a smile.

Send you a song, don't ask the end of the song to gather and disperse.

Who burns the smoke and scatters the vertical and horizontal bonds.

Listen to the broken strings, break the three thousand obsessions. Falling flowers are annihilated, and the wind ripples are annihilated. If the flower is pitiful, it falls on whose fingertips.

The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king.

Whoever forgets each other first, the country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and his shadow was shocked.

In the past, there was a tall building with a song and a night string, and there were dancing sleeves for the city and the country.

When the floating flowers and waves are exhausted, accompany the monarch and be alone.

Once the spring goes to the old face, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing.

The still water flows deeply, the vicissitudes of life are singing, and the three lives are cloudy and sunny, and the joys and sorrows are separated.

The lights are shining and the stars are shining, the voices are incomprehensible, and the songs are not endless.

Like a beautiful flower, like a flowing year, you can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.

Dark clouds cover the moon, people are gone, and it is impossible to say how lonely it is.

It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Finally, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the world, and after Rong Hua thanked him, it was just one time, and the mountains and rivers were forever silent.

Mountains and rivers arch their hands and smile for you.

A few sighs, a few lifetimes of joy and sorrow, ridiculous, my life is up to me.

After the passing years, I returned to the waterside to watch the fireworks bloom and the full moon bloomed.

At the two ends of life, we stand on each other's shores.

Fate gathers and scatters fate like water, carrying thousands of dust, just for a sentence, waiting for the next meeting.

That's it, the mountains and rivers will never meet.

If you don't look back, why don't you forget. If there is no fate, why swear. Today's all kinds are like water without a trace. Tomorrow and night, you are no longer strange.

The heart is slightly moving, but the love is far away, things are not, people are not, everything is not, and the past cannot be chased.

Maybe it's the marriage of the previous life, maybe it's the fate of the next life, and seeing each other in this life will only add a fruitless grievance.

One year old and one year, one day without another, autumn and autumn, one generation urges another, a gathering and a parting, a joy and a sadness, a couch and a body of sleep, a lifetime of a dream to find a partner to meet, he will know each other for a while, blow for a while, sing for a while.

Always born in an inadvertent year. Look back at the other side. Even though I found that the situation was long.

Only because of the feeling of Jun a review, it makes me think about Jun Chao and Dusk.

Raise a glass and get drunk alone, drink the snow, and be dazed for another year.

Reincarnation, a wisp of cold incense is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. In the next life, you will cross me, can you?

A flower is a world, a leaf is a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.

The fate of dust has always been like water, and tears are rare, so why not love all your life?

Whoever responded to whose calamity has become someone's obsession.

If you are wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life.

If life is only as it first sees, it is only ordinary at that time.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Kitajobe. Looking back at the three lives of amber; Turned around and glazed white.

When the dust settles and the lead is washed away, who has put his hands on her sleeves and poured the world into the world? Who embraced the beautiful woman and accompanied her to the end of the world?

The phoenix tour on the phoenix platform, went to the appointment, waited all night, and from then on, the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the river, thousands of miles of mourning.

Sigh red tears, heroes die, and the world suffers a lot. The mountains and rivers are forever silent, how can they be happy.

You must remember that the red sandalwood has not been destroyed, and I have not gone.

The sky is vast, holding the prosperity and sadness, bending the eyebrows, destined to become the past.

The first makeup of red dust, the mountains and rivers are boundless. The original face, crushed and nightmarish impermanence, life is unique.

You have to remember that year and that month, the weeping willow Zimo Luocheng East.

The breeze is moist, and the tea smoke is light. Relive the old dream, the old man is gone.

Dye the fire maple forest, Qiong pot song moon, long song leaning on the building. Year after year, before the flower and under the moon, a fragrant wine. The water falls on the red lotus, and only the jade chime is heard, but this situation is still the same.

The red dust is flashy and flashy, and I am in the sky in a flash.

The flowers in the dream are gone, this love is not young, this intention is unforgettable, although the strings are broken, the song is still beautiful.

People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds in the world between my fingers for thousands of years, like me for a moment.

Straight lovesickness is useless, and melancholy is madness.

I'd rather we never get along with each other, I wish we had never forgotten each other.

Separation gradually looks like a memory, this love is not about the wind and the moon. Let time be like water, let the red dust be thousands.

The red face is old, and it is gorgeous in an instant.

Who can pay for ten years of sorrow and laugh for a long time.